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Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Word Count: 248 words
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Eric Kripke. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Life isn't perfect, but it's just enough to keep Dean Winchester happy.
Notes: Inspired by the summer weekly word association activity over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_bc. The word of the week was "thrill", the fic pretty much wrote itself. Thank you to adevyish and beth_black for their help with the naming. ♥
Adrenalin
Prompt: thrill
It's the rush of adrenalin as he faces the werewolf that he knows is around the corner, silver knife glinting in his hands, his muscles tense and his heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come.
It's the feel of the cue in his hands as he takes aim and breaks the rack, the concentration required making him focus and relax all at once, his father's rumbling voice ringing in his ear, guiding him through the moves as he remembers all the times John taught his ten-year-old self how to play.
It's the memory of climbing into a ferris wheel after giving into his younger brother's endless pleading, his face white and fingers clenched as the amusement ride begins to move and the ground's suddenly rushing away from them and he's dangling helplessly, terrified by the height and lack of something stable under his feet, his yell suppressed only because his vocal cords are too wound up to make a sound. And the whole time, six-year-old Sam's inquisitive voice is chattering on like there was nothing wrong with being dangled two hundred goddamn feet in the air.
And most of all, it's driving down the highway at night in the Impala with the windows down and Sammy in the backseat, the wind streaming through his hair as ACDC blares from the radio and Back in Black pounds in his mind with the beat of his heart. Life wasn’t perfect, but it was pretty damn close for Dean.
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Author:
paperedFandom: Supernatural
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Word Count: 248 words
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Eric Kripke. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Life isn't perfect, but it's just enough to keep Dean Winchester happy.
Notes: Inspired by the summer weekly word association activity over at
spn_bc. The word of the week was "thrill", the fic pretty much wrote itself. Thank you to adevyish and beth_black for their help with the naming. ♥Adrenalin
Prompt: thrill
It's the rush of adrenalin as he faces the werewolf that he knows is around the corner, silver knife glinting in his hands, his muscles tense and his heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come.
It's the feel of the cue in his hands as he takes aim and breaks the rack, the concentration required making him focus and relax all at once, his father's rumbling voice ringing in his ear, guiding him through the moves as he remembers all the times John taught his ten-year-old self how to play.
It's the memory of climbing into a ferris wheel after giving into his younger brother's endless pleading, his face white and fingers clenched as the amusement ride begins to move and the ground's suddenly rushing away from them and he's dangling helplessly, terrified by the height and lack of something stable under his feet, his yell suppressed only because his vocal cords are too wound up to make a sound. And the whole time, six-year-old Sam's inquisitive voice is chattering on like there was nothing wrong with being dangled two hundred goddamn feet in the air.
And most of all, it's driving down the highway at night in the Impala with the windows down and Sammy in the backseat, the wind streaming through his hair as ACDC blares from the radio and Back in Black pounds in his mind with the beat of his heart. Life wasn’t perfect, but it was pretty damn close for Dean.
+ Feedback is always welcome, and greatly appreciated. ♥
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I love how it's all actiony. (Pretend that's a word.)
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Nice work.
Pesti
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Aww. :) Yeah, this is something that would make Dean very, very happy.
Good job with that word of the week. :)
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That got me! I really like this one, Liz ^^
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Eeee! Perfect! ♥
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I totally sympathise with Dean about the ferris wheel. I got on one once and was petrified so instead of letting me and my friend of when we should have, the evil conducter kept us on longer then anyone else!!!
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I'm glad you enjoyed. ♥
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Thanks for reading!
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Cheers ~
Erin
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Fantastic as always, m'dear!
*hugs*
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